A new teller at the drive-
through window,
she wants proof
you’re who you are,
a stream of despondent electrons,
light of the same crumbly consistency
as the snowflakes melting
in the lonely blackness
of a Goth girl’s hair.
August 12, 2009 by Scot
A new teller at the drive-
through window,
she wants proof
you’re who you are,
a stream of despondent electrons,
light of the same crumbly consistency
as the snowflakes melting
in the lonely blackness
of a Goth girl’s hair.
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Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University
of New York at New Paltz, is the author of eight poetry
chapbooks. He has been nominated three times for a
Pushcart Prize and twice for the Best of the Net
anthology. His first full-length book of poetry, Lovesick,
is forthcoming from The Poetry Press of Press Americana.